There are so many things I want right now.

I’m doing a list because tomorrow it’s likely I won’t want these things. Well, not most of them.

I WANT:

• mac and cheese – the old fashion kind with big noodles
• more sleep
• (I’m a little embarrassed to admit this one) a sip of the red wine from the full glass that was left on my night stand
• chocolate chip pancakes
• a head that doesn’t hurt
• In N Out burger – animal style
• it to snow
• better music playing
• my cat to cuddle with me (he’s really mad at me this morning)
• someone to shower me, dress me and do my hair and makeup
• catch up on my RSS feed
• to be done with my Christmas shopping (I haven’t even started shopping or made a list)
• it to be 5:30 on Sunday because that’s when my 1.5 hour massage is scheduled with my long lost (and hot) massage therapist
• texts from my ex to stop
• this hangover to go away (this can be on my “want” list most days)
• cake
• a diet mountain dew
• a pedicure
• someone to bring me all these things

Enough said. I know. I’m greedy.

After a funny discussion this weekend, while spending time with amazing college girlfriends, this subject came up.

What words do people NOT use or think of when describing you?

It got me thinking. I am generally not associated with the following words:

boring, a fighter, sober, a prude, depressed, low energy, slow, on top of things, modest, humble, patient, temper tantrum prone, frowny face, lazy, humble, embarrassed, shy, introverted, good with money, frugal, sensitive, profound, deep, emotional, pure, mellow

I said I was generally not associated with those words. For example, there are times I am sober. Duh, I work a full time job so I’m sober then. Usually.  Or lazy, I can be that. Usually as I’m nursing a not sober moment (i.e. hangover). And I’ve been known to be in a depressed mood, but generally only when I’m with the wrong person in a relationship.

Let’s face it. That was a tough exercise. By tough I mean embarrassing. Who in the hell wants to share that they generally aren’t humble or patient or emotional. Help me out. Please share words that aren’t associated with you in my comment section. This would help me feel less ridiculous.

With my birthday approaching I’m clearly making this is self reflection week. But isn’t that what blogging is all about. It’s always about ME!  It’s all self absorbed bullshit. Well this post is no different.

There are plenty of people who hate me. Rather than dwell on the negative let’s flip this bitch around and think about the upside. It’s what I do.

I am blessed to have great people around me. Seems like people like me. After some deep thinking, which is a brief scuba dive for me I realized some people might even LOVE me.

Here they are. And here is the reason why.

My housekeeper because I make her job easy. Hell, that big stainless steel gas powered box stove (I googled that shit) never needs to be cleaned.

Alcoholics because I make them look sober.

Skiers and golfers because I make them look talented. But I’m a hell of a lot of fun to bring along. Promise.

Grocery stores because I buy everything in duplicate only to throw out 1/2 only to purchase again the following week.

Friends who cook because compared to my talent in the kitchen they are the equivalent to Julia Childs, even if they only cook mac & cheese.

Kids because I can relate to them and function on their childish level.

My family (who, besides Elle, are all in Texas) because I live at a safe distance where they don’t have to accept my phone calls if I’m bugging them so far away.

The wine store because I buy wine by case (who am I kidding, 3-4 cases at a time) and always ask for the back room stock so I don’t empty their shelves.

Fast drivers because I stay out of their way by driving even faster.

Custodian at work because I may be the only person to give him a Christmas card with money in it. This is out of guilt because I feel I should empty my own trash but he refuses to let me.

So if you’re not a potential housekeeper, an alcoholic, a sports enthusiast, a grocery store owner, a friend who cooks, a kid, my family, a wine store manager, a fast driver or the daytime custodian then there is a high probability that you WON’T LOVE ME. But you might like me. Or you may hate me (which makes me question why you’re reading my blog, but whatever. Enjoy). The possibilities are endless.

I’ll end by saying: I’m a lover, not a fighter. So please categorize yourself into one of these groups so I can be on your “God, I love that Susan Mercedes” list. Or remind me of another category I should add to this list. I’m always opened to adding more love in my life.